You are blind to my heart, folded in an old mother's hands
Tenderly wrapping every fragile part,to protect my best laid plans

You see, I fear every person, from experiences I knew
Such as being stabbed with hate, from a love I pursued

So I try to act random, and separate from all
Hoping to defend a burning fortress that soon, surely will fall

Therefore I ask for your patience before you mock and jest
And I will come before you gladly, as a friendly guest.